Did nothing ruffle the man? Was he always this calm and put together? Did he feel anything at all when he looked at me or was I just one of his charity cases?Maybe he did this kind of a thing often, pick up random people off the street and help those in need.Rich people did need a hobby too right? Maybe he was a philanthropist..And just how much free time did he have that he was always around. How did he support this ostentatious lifestyle?Oh God, I thought. What if he wasn’t a businessman at all? What if he was something more sinister?What if he did something illegal? A drug dealer? Mafia boss? Smuggler?Oh Lord, what had I gotten myself into? I was panicking now and Damien was looking at me with a curious expression. Maybe he could sense my anxiety because he didn’t say anything or offer to help me. He just stared at me.I would have to find out somehow. Maybe I could look around his room, but that couldn’t be

“You were eaves dropping on me?” Oh God! He'd heard everything.I wasn't Marie, I didn't know how to magically come up with a quick save!“Not by design” he said, “I just happened to come by at the right moment.”“You mean wrong moment.” I groaned and hid my face behind my hands. “You should know that you shouldn’t take anything I say to Mari seriously. She’s.. overdramatic, so I have to, you know be really overdramatic too, just to counteract that.. I really didn’t mean it..”I peeked up at him and he didn’t look at all angry.He just opened the tub of ice cream and dipped his spoon in, “You can keep hiding behind your hands while I’ll enjoy the ice cream.” he said.“You mean you aren’t angry at me?” I asked tentatively.“Why would I be angry?”“Oh,” I was confused.I let down my ha

There was a door leading off from the washroom that I’d been curious about for some time and after the housekeeper had escorted me to the washroom, I was impatient to find out what was behind it. I could either take a chance, snoop around today or I could wait until my foot healed to give it a try.It wouldn’t be easy with my busted up foot to play spy but what if I didn’t get the chance again?Oh Lord, it was so tempting. It could be locked though..I bit my lip as I turned the lock. Hah, it wasn’t locked.I almost gave a cry of alarm as the lights automatic turned on.Shit, wow… So this is how the other half lived.The entire room had been turned into a walk in closet the likes of which I had only ever seen in magazines, I was awestruck.I slowly made my way inside walking on the plush grey carpet in the room. It was so clean that it gave me the creeps. No shirts strewn about, no shoes on the floor, no

After Mari left I thought a lot about what she’d said at the end. Was I that obvious? Did I act this obvious around Damien too or did she just see through it because she was my best friend?It was a lost cause in any case since I was already here and probably would be staying. I felt a relief as I made that decision in my head. I was going to take the chance life had accidentally handed me.I had a lot to do that afternoon and even though I was pretty exhausted and had strict instructions from Damien via the housekeeper to rest, I set up my laptop on the bed.For once in my life, I was grateful that I was in the habit of lugging around my laptop with me to classes even though I never even used it a lot on campus.  I wrote an email to my college explaining the situation, it wouldn’t have been a big problem had I been a regular student but it actually was because I was on scholarship.I had worked my ass off for this scholarship and

My head was reeling, not only was I sprawled like a wanton creature on top of a man but I was enjoying it. What was happening to me? What was this man doing to me? I wondered now what he could make me do. He was the only man who had even made me this hot and it seemed like he really might be interested in me too.A snide little jealous voice in my head told me not to get this excited, maybe he was just playing while I was here, maybe I was just temporary entertainment.I couldn’t stop it from shouting that I was a nobody. A broke on scholarship college student that had to work very hard at making ends meet while he was suave and sophisticated and super rich.It seemed implausible to assume that such an important wealthy man would just want something with some girl he met a few days ago. I needed to protect myself in case all the castles I was building in my head just crashed and melted with the next wave.I couldn’t afford to fall for him.